Volume 1, Chapter 59: He Felt So Wronged

Although the symptoms of war trauma can manifest in various ways, Li Yuqing's current behavior happened to match the foundational symptoms of war trauma.

After all, the full-strength blow Fanning had just delivered was simply too powerful for him to possibly block. Therefore, he could only struggle desperately to break free from the restraints of the chaotic colorful glow, preparing to seize this opportunity and flee outside.

Just as Selisis had said, the development of the situation was entirely logical, and the vampires did not detect any obvious flaws—everything felt so natural. It would be a great pity to abandon such a wonderful opportunity merely based on unwarranted suspicions.

The hundred clans of the celestial realm once had their glorious era, but they had never breached the Demon Emperor City nor fought on the ancestral land of Tianhuang, meaning Tianhuang had never suffered any damage.

The Tianyao realm flower increased the breakthrough success rate from the Diyao realm to the Tianyao realm by ninety percent, holding a fatal temptation for those closest to the Tianyao realm.

Curled up together, holding his crotch with both hands, tears and snot mingled together, while painful groans escaped his mouth from time to time.

They had used the lives of hundreds of soldiers to successfully kill fourteen soldiers of the Wei State.

Seeing that there was no one behind Yesang, forming a sharp contrast with the opponent, White-Browed Loose Immortal immediately roared loudly.

Not only him, but the Night King also noticed the situation. His formidable soul perception swept outward—not to examine the great saber, but to scan the entire arena; the opponent was definitely within this venue.

Looking at the quiet Arthur beside him, Thomas knew it was his turn now. Without this disciple, although life would be plain and ordinary, he could still muddle through until old age and leave behind the clerical office of a High Prelate. Yet with this disciple, life suddenly became turbulent, and his own heart lost its peace.

Only then did Li Yi realize that he was merely a blade of grass. Watching the changes in the heavens and the earth, he had even participated in a grand war, and in the end, he witnessed his parents being forced to detonate their own cores.

Even simply sitting up straight caused a sense of hardship and fatigue. Yang Mo knew that he was no different from a crippled person now.

Following Yang Mo's command, Ralts floated lightly beside him, having already gained complete mastery over its own spiritual power.

Entering the campus, Ling Muchen just happened to be heading out for lunch. Seeing Zhuo Yun holding Ji Nuan'er's shoulder with such an intimate posture, Ling Muchen's heart tightened instantly.

Thus, Tu Hao and Xue Song began to cross-reference their respective world lines. After comparing them, Tu Hao discovered that their world lines seemed to belong to the very same world.

And after learning that his dao companion had been subjected to such hateful acts by those cultivators, he went angrily to demand an explanation and justice from them, only to be ruthlessly killed in the end.

"Then how do you plan to reward me, this major contributor?" Gu Tingjun closed in step by step toward Ning Xi, awaiting her reply.

Gently placing the items from the coffee table and desk back to their original places, and remembering that he was not at home, Yang Mo offered an apologetic smile and a word of apology to Professor He.

Moreover, Yang Mo could sense that although the mural of Lugia had dissipated and his spiritual power had been heavily depleted beforehand...

Even if she could not become a designer, she was still qualified to stay at Isis as a design assistant.

Seeing Yue Yue looking at him, the vampire straightened his collar, slightly bowed his waist, raised a hand, and deliberately lowered his voice to ensure he appeared both handsome and sexy.

Without later-generation seasonings, the taste of such military rations was naturally somewhat bland. However, under the conditions of that era, ensuring the army was well-fed was the primary concern, and no one would foolishly obsess over culinary perfection.

Just as the bronze mirror was worrying whether Yue Yue would relentlessly pursue the matter, she stopped asking further questions.

The Prefecture Governor of Dongjun received the news first. Worried that the floodwaters would be too high for the grain transport carts to get through, and compounded by the vast expanses of floodwater making it difficult to find the right direction, he personally organized men to dismantle usable wooden planks, preparing to go outside the city to help transport the grain.

With that, Ladeguns flashed forward, reached out, and grabbed toward Fang Xingchen, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

Jun Qianmo sighed. Actually, he quite wanted to dream—he desperately wanted to dream of past events and quickly recall the part he had forgotten.

The firelight illuminated the night sky. The four military battalions crowded around the edge of the drill grounds, hearing the rush of wind and watching fists and kicks fly, thoroughly witnessing the terrifying combat power of the Third Young Master of Wei.

The top powerhouses of the Extreme Dao Continent exclaimed in unison, their eyes flashing with fierce intent as they sought to press their advantage. Of course, their underlying goal was to reap a massive fortune.

The corridor of the intensive care unit was filled with the family members of the patients. Although visits were not allowed, family members had to accompany them, and most stayed on this floor.

Xiao Long glared forward, demonic energy surging from his eyes. With just a single look, he froze the Ninth Venerable midway, and demonic energy began to appear in the venerable's eyes as well.

Lin Sese snatched the adhesive bandage from Li Weiting's hand. Looking at the circle of bite marks on his shoulder, she couldn't help but shiver. Just how hard had she bitten him earlier?

While they were fighting, the flower-petal car quietly veered onto the official racetrack. Taking advantage of the reduced speed of the other two cars, it overtook them in one fell swoop, and right as the heavy truck was about to plunge downward, it wedged itself firmly into the leading position.

During the upcoming grand festival, he would go together with the people of the Southern Yue Kingdom as a guest to watch their competition.

The people of Blood Fiend City had claimed upon their return that they were just going out for a stroll nearby, unafraid of encountering their enemies.

At this moment, Lu Yixian, like Zongzheng He, leaned over the desk, gazing at Yu Yunyun as she performed freely on stage. They had to admit that Yu Yunyun had long since left them far behind in both poise and depth.

Qiongqi, whose true face had always been unfathomable, revealed his true form at this moment—Yinglong, a winged Chinese dragon that once possessed the feats of slaying Chi You and Kuafu.

That man was truly her soft spot. She had returned to him only because of another man, rather than out of her own free will.

"Having delicious food to eat and being able to drink tea brewed by Xi'er—if such a life could happen often, that would be wonderful," Yuan Yan sighed.

Europe seemed not to have toilet paper at this time. The British royal family was rather extravagant, using salmon fillets to wipe their behinds before the 15th century. Ancient Romans used a stick with a sponge bound to one end, though this was communal and disinfected in a container after use.